Thursday, 5 November 2015

Ancient Ways & New Paths

Grey light seeping between tall buildings,
Green tea and jetlag’s taste -
The voices of crows declare dawn.

After the rain,
River boats passing by –
Bashō’s gaze.

Holding a moment of silence
Beside the rushing river
All senses saturated –
Autumn stained water.

From across the lake
The temple bell –
Clear sky above!

The dragon’s roar
Kegon Falls –
Even bird song is stilled.

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